Chapter 2868 The bravery of choice


Chapter 2868 The Bravery of Choice

At this moment, the most depressed and annoyed person on the entire battlefield is probably the aborigine of the light system.

Seeing that they were finally protected by the guards of the Qing City and approached the aborigines of the dark forces, I could use light spells to attack them, but the light aborigines raised their eyebrows. Hands, but in the end they did nothing!

Because, his mana has not recovered enough!

“Ahhhhhh!” The depressed light-type aboriginal couldn’t help shouting, watching the countless feather arrows of the elven aboriginals flying towards Cenarion. The dark force aboriginals on the back could not do anything to help. The light aboriginal felt his head hurt.

Why did the chain fall off at the critical moment?

"You protect me, wait a little longer and I can use my spells!" The light aborigines who had no choice but to stare angrily at the dark force aborigines not far away, said: He gave instructions to the guards in Qingcheng beside him, then held the staff tightly in his hand and began to count down the recovery time.

"Do you still need a potion to restore your mana?" The guards in Qingcheng seemed to understand the dilemma of the light-type aborigine and couldn't help but ask him.

"I've already drank one bottle, and this is the only time it takes to recover my mana! It's useless to drink any more!" The light-type aborigine had a look of distress on his face, and he couldn't bear it. I couldn't help but say something to the Qingcheng guards beside me, feeling very depressed.

"Why don't you try our potion?" The guard of Qingcheng thought for a while and said to the aboriginal of the light system, "The formula of our potion in Qingcheng is made through cloth. The one modified by Lord Rick is better than the ordinary potion.”

"Better?" The light-type aborigine frowned, looked at the bottle in the hand of the Qingcheng guard with some disbelief, but couldn't help but ask: "How can it be better?" ?”

“It’s better than ordinary potions anyway!” The guard of Qingcheng thought for a while and said to the aboriginal of the light department: “This potion was specially ordered by Mr. Qing Gong. The potion we are carrying is said to be made from spiritual embryos taken from the Lord of the City. The recovery power is much stronger than ordinary potions!"

"Soul embryos?" The aboriginal of the light system was stunned for a moment, and then he took the potion from the Qingcheng guard's hand with suspicion. After looking at it again and again, he drank it in one gulp.

"How is it?" The guards in Qingcheng all had expressions of curiosity and expectation on their faces. They looked at the light-type aborigine and smacked his mouth twice in retrospect, and couldn't help but continue. Asked: "How do you feel about the recovery of mana?"

The light-type aborigine opened his eyes, frowned and thought for a while, but did not answer the guards of Qingcheng. Instead, he directly raised the staff in his hand. The next moment, an extremely bright light suddenly lit up at the top of the staff. In an instant, it illuminated all the surrounding places, and naturally frightened the indigenous people of the dark forces. I couldn't help but turn around and look over!

"Hahahaha!" The light aboriginal couldn't help laughing excitedly, and shouted loudly at the dark force aborigines: "I'll let you be defeated! Let's see if I don't kill you all." Destroyed!”

The strong light magic became brighter, and the natives of the dark forces surrounding Cenarion were naturally extremely frightened! At this moment, the spell of the light-type aborigine looked a bit more terrifying than what they had seen before! If this really happened to them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

All the indigenous people of the dark forces suddenly became panicked.

But the native of the dark forces who was protected and still standing on Cenarion's back narrowed his eyes, pulled out the long sword from Cenarion's back, and drew Cenarion couldn't help but wailed and yelled again.

"You have to think clearly! This giant dragon is also from our dark type!" The aborigine standing on Cenarion's back sneered, making the people in front of him move half way. Turning his body, he shouted loudly in the direction of the light aboriginal: "Is this giant dragon on your side? If you throw this light spell over, do you know what the state of this giant dragon is now? Think about it carefully, if you throw this spell over, it will be the same. If it falls on it! What will this dragon look like by then?"

Upon hearing this, the light-type aboriginal stopped the spell he was about to throw out.

“Such a weak dark-type dragon!” When the dark-type aboriginal saw the light-type aboriginal’s hesitant movements, he immediately shouted even more happily: “What if this happens again? If you use this light spell, I'm afraid this giant dragon will die directly. Right? No matter what happens, it’s still a serious injury! Tsk, you have to think about it. Is this the result you want to see?”

The light-type aborigine couldn’t help but stare. He opened his eyes and looked at the man standing on Cenarion's back. He just wanted to kill him immediately! If he hadn't injured Cenarion so badly, how could he hesitate now?

The dark force aboriginal rolled his eyes, and after seeing that the light aboriginal seemed to really dare not take action, he quickly turned to the other dark force aboriginals at Cenarion's feet. After giving instructions, the natives of the dark forces hid beside Cenarion, looking as if they were going to die together.

When the aboriginal person from the light department saw this, he couldn't help but became angry: "You deceived me!"

"I'm telling the truth!" The dark force aboriginal looked at the people around him dodging the arrows of the elven aborigines, and shouted to the light aboriginal: "Just Even if your spell falls on us, it won't kill us immediately. The worst thing we can do is make us feel a little uncomfortable and just get over it! But, take a closer look at your giant dragon! It has wounds all over its body now. Think about it, if your light spell really falls on it and falls into its wounds, what will happen? What does it look like? Did I lie to you about these things?"

The aboriginal person from the light department couldn't help but yelled in anger.

No way! Everything that man from the dark forces said was right! If he really throws this light spell on Cenarion, then Cenarion, who is now covered in wounds, will definitely be injured or killed! It would not be bad if he was seriously injured. After killing all the indigenous people of the dark forces, he would be able to recover after being sent to Qingcheng for rest! However, if Cenarion really died like this, the trouble with this matter is that Cenarion was not killed by the natives of the dark forces in the end, but by him!

When I thought of this, the light on the staff of the light aboriginal dimmed.

"Ouch!!" At this moment, Cenarion suddenly shouted, turned to look at the light-type aboriginal, and shouted to him: "What are you afraid of! I But Lord Dragon, how can you die so easily! You only have so little light element! How could this spell hurt me?" Hearing this, the light-type native couldn't help but look in the direction of Cenarion. Seeing its weak look, he couldn't help but yell too. Get up: "How can I know what you are like as a giant dragon?"

"I'm afraid of you, what are you afraid of!" Cenarion shouted, and was about to say something else, but he felt another pain in his back, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at himself On its back, the aboriginal from the dark force took the long sword in his hand and pulled a long gash on its body.

"Dragon, I advise you to speak less!" The native of the dark forces couldn't help but look at Cenarion in a warning manner and said.

"I am Lord Dragon, and I will never succumb to the hands of you ants!" Cenarion seemed to be energized all of a sudden, and immediately started struggling crazily, towards the light-type The aborigines shouted loudly: "What are you still doing? Get them off my back quickly! I am the dragon, don't be suppressed by these ants!"

The light element The indigenous people are still hesitant.

"Throw the spell out!" At this moment, Xingdila also shouted loudly, shouting to the light-type aboriginal: "Even if Cenarion dies, Xiaoyan can still It's alive! What are you afraid of!"

"Kill those people from the dark forces!" The leader of the Elf clan couldn't help but He screamed and shouted towards the light aboriginal: "Even if Cenarion were to die, he couldn't die in the hands of these people from the same department! He is a giant dragon and must have the dignity of a giant dragon!"

The dark dragon died in the hands of the light mage. Even if this word spread, no one would say that the dragon was too coward, right?

Thinking of this, the light-type aboriginal couldn't help but glance at everyone. After watching everyone let him take action, he gritted his teeth and shouted towards Senali Ao shouted: "Dragon! I'm telling you! You have to hold on no matter what! As long as you hold on, you will be great in the future! You will be able to survive the attack of the light mage. The dark dragon! Do you know? "

"You don't need to tell me! I will definitely survive!" Cenarion roared to the sky and looked at the light-type aborigine who had already pointed the magic ball in his hand in its direction. Throwing it over, Cenarion couldn't help but turn his head and look at the indigenous people of the dark forces covering his back and tail, and sneered at them and said: "If you want to die, let's all die together! ”

The dark force native man standing on Cenarion's back could not help but widen his eyes. He cursed "Madman" at Cenarion, and then immediately shouted to all the dark force natives. Said: "Retreat! Leave immediately!"

However, this was said a little too late!

Before the natives of the dark forces could completely escape from Cenarion's back, the spells of the light natives fell directly on them.

For a time, all the natives of the dark forces clinging to Cenarion fell to the ground like dumplings, crying and screaming in pain.

"Go! Go! Go!" The dark force aboriginal shouted suddenly, propped himself up with the long sword in his hand, and looked resentfully in the direction of the light aboriginal. Eyes, and then immediately ran away in the distance!

At this moment, Cenarion also screamed in pain, and then fell directly to the ground out of strength, too weak to move!

Singdila and the others immediately rushed to Cenarion's head and patted it again and again. Seeing that although it was weak, it didn't look like it was about to rest, they couldn't help but feel relieved. After taking a breath and letting it hold on, he immediately continued to attack the surrounding indigenous people of the dark forces who had not had time to run away.

After seeing the natives of the dark forces leaving Cenarion, the light natives no longer had any scruples, and kept throwing spells, killing all the dark forces. The indigenous people of the force were all left behind, either captured by the guards of Qing City, or simply killed on the spot.

Soon, Steward Qing Gong ran out of the town with the healers and ran directly to Cenarion. While letting the healers start working, he watched with distress and anxiety. Cenarion, I'm afraid Cenarion will die!

"I can't die!" Cenarion looked at the anxious look on the head of Qing Gong, couldn't help grinning, and said to him: "When the Lord of the City comes back, you have to tell her! I’m awesome!”

"Yes, yes, yes! When the Lord of the City comes back, I will definitely tell the Lord of the City!" Manager Qing Gong nodded quickly and said to Cenarion: "But, Lord Cenarion, you have to hold on! The healers now We're all treating you, you're fine!"

Cenario smiled and closed his eyes.

"Lord Cenarion!" Upon seeing this, Chief Qing Gong was so frightened that he couldn't help shouting.

"What is it called! It's too weak, it's just asleep!" The light-type aboriginal appeared out of nowhere and looked towards Cenarion's belly. With his eyes open, he said to Manager Qing Gong with a relaxed expression: "Look, isn't this still breathing? It can't die!"

"You still have the nerve to say that!" Manager Qing Gong As soon as he heard the voice of the light-type native, he couldn't help turning his head and yelled at him angrily: "I saw it in the town! You even threw spells at Lord Cenarion! You attacked Can't you take care of Lord Cenarion when you are the original inhabitants of the dark forces? Look at how badly Lord Cenarion has been hurt by you now."

(End of this chapter)

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